"You're just a low-level Individual Celestial. How dare you challenge me?"
Fang Xing's challenge was too unexpected. Not only Zhu Xiu of the Fengtian Alliance, but even the Divine Son of the Ye Clan was surprised. After all, he had always been arrogant and had never taken Fang Xing seriously. Now that he saw Fang Xing being so bold as to challenge him, he felt that it was absurd. However, he didn't care about such a trivial matter. Whoever he fought with and how he fought, it was just a way for him. In his heart, he had never thought of letting anyone go. It was just a matter of who he killed first. He immediately sneered and said, "Since you want to die, I'll send you on your way first!"
To others, it was obviously a big deal that Fang Xing wanted to challenge the Divine Son of the Ye Clan alone. However, to the Divine Son of the Ye Clan, it was just a piece of cake. There was an explosion in the Void and a cloud of black gas exploded. The huge black hand that was about to slap Song Guichan suddenly turned in the air and turned into an extremely sharp and dazzling black spear. It was thrown directly at Fang Xing, who was standing alone in the Void. It was so fast that it reached him in an instant!
"Fang Xing, watch out …"
"Little bandit, watch out …"
At this moment, countless people shouted, and they even instinctively wanted to lend a hand.
"Don't come near me!"
In the time it took for a spark to fly off a flint, the black spear had already neared Fang Xing. It was only a hair's breadth away from piercing through Fang Xing's skull. However, Fang Xing had already spread open his five fingers, and the Hundred Battle Soul Weapon appeared in his palm. He clenched it tightly, and with a change of his will, it shockingly transformed into an incomparably huge bronze shield. The black spear pierced into the bronze shield, but it actually didn't break through it. Instead, Fang Xing's figure was knocked back at a rapid speed, and only stopped after a few hundred feet. However, Fang Xing was obviously not concerned about himself, but those who wanted to help him.
"I told you I'm going to kill him myself. Why are you still interfering …"
He looked serious and even a little angry. He shouted at the Great Golden Crow and the others, "Do you think I don't want to lose face?"
The Great Golden Crow and the others were speechless.
What kind of situation was this? This bastard was still thinking about saving face …
You've been on the path of cultivation for so many years, but when have you ever had face?
However, Fang Xing's serious face finally made people realize that he wasn't joking around. He really didn't want others to interfere!
They understood this in their hearts. Although their faces were still full of confusion, they looked at each other and retreated at the same time. Finally, they arrived in the middle of the other people who had set up the sealing formation and watched the battle quietly. However, their hearts were full of astonishment. They could not understand where Fang Xing got his confidence from. He actually had the guts to fight a fair battle with the Night Clan's Divine Son!
No one doubted Fang Xing's strength, but no matter how highly they overestimated him, it was impossible for him to fight the Ye Clan's God!
After all, he possessed the power to slay immortals …
"Do you really want to fight me?"
The Divine Prince of the Ye Clan was also astonished. His figure fluttered and appeared in the void not far away from Fang Xing. He was like a ghost that existed between heaven and earth. He looked at Fang Xing with a hint of surprise in his cold, lightning-like eyes.
"That's right, I want to fight you!"
Fang Xing also flew up and faced the Divine Son of the Night Clan from afar with a calm expression.
"Just like a weak human trying to provoke the powerful Celestial Palace?"
The Night Clan's Divine Son smiled faintly. To a certain extent, his philosophy was similar to that of the descendant of the Small Celestial Realm.
However, Fang Xing only chuckled and shook his head. "Just like the immortals teaching their servants a lesson!"
Swoosh …
The Night Clan's Divine Son's eyes suddenly changed.
The time when the Celestial Race was enslaved by the Immortals was undoubtedly an eternal pain in the hearts of the Celestial Race. They would occasionally bring it up to show that they had not forgotten this hatred. However, it was one thing to bring it up themselves, but it was another to be provoked by the Human Race. Especially when Fang Xing was grinning cheekily, it made the Divine Son of the Night Clan even more furious!
"The Great Celestial Realm has brought about its own destruction. The living beings of Tianyuan are unable to take over. The glory of your ancestors will never be reborn …"
As the cold voice came out of his mouth, the Night Clan's Divine Son's body suddenly flashed and he appeared in front of Fang Xing in the blink of an eye. A giant black hand appeared and pressed down on him. The seemingly simple palm contained an indescribable pressure. The Void and endless Night Qi seemed to be infused into the palm. It was as if the entire world was being pressed down on him.
The power of this palm alone was seventy to eighty percent of Cliff Master Qiu Xin's power back in the North Sea!
If this had happened in the North Sea, Fang Xing wouldn't even have been able to take it head-on!
However, from the North Sea to the Pure Land, Fang Xing had experienced many fierce battles and his cultivation had improved greatly. He was no longer the same as before!
Of course, he didn't want to use the lives of his friends to challenge the Night Clan's Divine Son. More importantly, Fang Xing felt that he was indeed qualified to fight with the Night Clan's Divine Son. No one knew how powerful this top cultivator of the younger generation of the Divine Palace was. It was said that he was the strongest cultivator below the Immortal King level and had the power to kill immortals. However, according to Fang Xing's observations and calculations along the way, the Night Clan's Divine Son shouldn't have reached the level of True Immortals in the eyes of Tianyuan cultivators …
He had seen the Night Clan's Divine Son fight with the White Bones Sage in the Demon Abyss. At that time, he had come to a conclusion that the Night Clan's Divine Son's strength should be similar to the White Bones Sage's, or maybe even weaker. After all, the Night Clan's Divine Son was at a disadvantage in both fights. However, even the White Bones Sage admitted that he could only suppress the Night Clan's Divine Son, but he couldn't kill him or hurt him!
Of course, this didn't represent the Night Clan's Divine Son's true strength. As a God Clan creature, his greatest reliance was his bloodline. Apart from the abilities that he had shown on the surface, he must have some trump cards that he didn't want to reveal easily …
As for whether those cards could kill immortals, no one could say for sure!
Anyway, Fang Xing was prepared before he made his move and left some cards for the Night Clan's Divine Son …
"Great God Massacre Skill …"
All sorts of thoughts flashed through his mind. The palm of the divine son of the Ye clan was extremely fast, and Fang Xing did not even think about it. He let out a cold shout and called out the name of a divine ability. Then, a strange flame suddenly rose above his head. Wherever the flame shone, the world turned pale. Several figures appeared behind Fang Xing. One of them was a man with a cow's head with disheveled hair and two horns on his head, another was a woman in a white dress with a pale face, and the last one was a middle-aged man in an ancient robe …
And further away from them, there was even a handsome man in a loose robe with big sleeves ….
These people were the ghosts of Fu Shanzi, Hua Mi 'er, the Frost Soil Tribe Leader, Gu He, and the others. They had been summoned!
Boom!
When these ghosts were summoned, their bodies burned with terrifying flames. After the flames were ignited, they turned into an extremely powerful force that was directly added to Fang Xing's body. This caused his aura to skyrocket. It had long surpassed the limit of a low-level Itinerant Immortal in the third level of the Tribulation Passing Realm. His body grew infinitely taller. Then, the Hundred Battle Soul Weapon transformed into a demonic sword that flew into his hand. He met the Night Clan's Divine Son's palm strike and stabbed it fiercely!
"This sacrificial method again?"
The Night Clan's Divine Son frowned and revealed deep hatred.
With his status, he was naturally no stranger to this Saint Heart Sutra that was inherited from Fuyao Palace. He even knew that Fang Xing had relied on this Heart Sutra to gain the favor of the Lord God. He had also inquired about this Heart Sutra through the forces of the Night Clan.
The predecessor of this Ancient Sage Mantra was originally a good one. It was created by the Ancient Sage in ancient times to chase away immortals. By cutting off one's own path to immortality, one would obtain extremely powerful strength. The core of this mantra was the word "sacrifice". There was a great sense of sorrow in it. Unfortunately, when it fell into the hands of this demon, it changed. No one knew what he was doing. He actually combined this "sacrifice" method of cutting off one's own path to immortality with the methods of the Devil Path and turned it into a "sacrifice" of others … Although it still had some power, the concept was very different …
This was the modified mantra that he had offered to the Master God. It was really not a good thing!
This was especially true for the Master God. He had originally wanted to get the original Ancient Sage Mantra, not this kind of nondescript mantra. It was like the Master God had originally wanted to ask for a panacea. In the end, he got the panacea, but it was mixed with poison and could not be used at all …
However, what the Night Clan's Divine Son could not understand was why the Master God did not feel sorry for the demon because of this.
Boom!
The palm and the sword collided. It was like the intersection of heaven and earth, emitting shocking billows of air that swept across the area.
In the billows of air, the Night Clan's Divine Son's body flipped slightly and he stabilized himself.
On the other hand, Fang Xing was knocked down by this palm strike, but he only fell for a distance of 300 meters before he soared up again.
Although Fang Xing was slightly at a disadvantage in this head-on confrontation, he had taken it head-on.
"You're only in the third stage of the Tribulation Passing stage, but you managed to take my palm head-on …"
Even the Night Clan's Divine Son was a little surprised, let alone Zhu Xiu of the Fengtian Alliance. He shook his head gently and seemed to be exclaiming, "Tianyuan, Tianyuan, the home of Immortals, the heart of the universe. How much power does it have?"
As he murmured to himself, the sun and moon above his head rotated faster and faster.
The power of time caused his figure to become more and more illusory, more and more blurry …
"But a gap is a gap. The Master God said that we came here 300 years earlier, so you guys have cultivated 300 years less …"
"If we give you 300 years, you might really have the power to fight us. But now … it's far from enough!"
The Night Clan's Divine Son's words came from the area where he was standing. He sounded disdainful and even mocking.
"Let me tell you one more thing …"
"It's said that I have the power to kill Immortals, but it's fake …"
"But I really … devoured Immortals!"
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